Spitup on my Malas

Mondays have been made positively glorious. When I got to SF, I met up with an alumnus I met during senior week who teachers prenatal yoga on the side. Through her, I met Jane Austin at Yoga Tree Valencia, the leading prenatal yoga teacher in the Bay Area if not in the nation. I watched pregnant woman after pregnant woman flow into her class so I asked if I could observe (it’s always great knowledge for a yoga teacher to have - the more populations we can teach to, the better!). Jane responded that I could observe, but under one condition:

I stay after to hold babies at her mom and baby class.

A month later and with the semi-official title of “baby holder,” I come every week to hold the bebes. I just can’t get enough of the lil munchkins, and their beautifully natural way of moving into happy baby pose (I now know it is what babies do when they are naturally happy).  

I am learning that it is crucial, especially when in a new environment, to find the activities and people that ground us in a feeling of samadhi and happiness. It is deeply beautiful when we can find more than one of those things and watch them come together. Yoga is a go-to of mine for grounding and babies are a go-to for happiness. It’s hard to believe that, in the moment when I am holding an adorable baby, anything could be wrong. Babies have a way of sucking us into the present moment…especially when they spitup on our mala beads.